The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 481 sequel

At the Tokyo Self-Defense Forces base, the sharp, piercing sirens instantly tore through the air like blades, shattering the previously tranquil atmosphere.

The alarm sounded urgent and urgent.

"Hurry, Tokyo is under attack by unknown individuals."

The commander's voice was broadcast throughout the entire base.

He stood in the command center, his brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the monitor screen, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Upon hearing the alarm, the soldiers quickly rushed to their respective combat posts.

However, just as they were about to head to the battlefield to fight for the defense of Tokyo...

A group of wizards used the Disillusionment Charm to infiltrate the command room.

"Soul-stealing!"

The wizards were well aware of the terrifying power of modern weapons and knew that if these weapons were used, their side would face a huge threat. So they acted decisively and used the Imperius Curse to control the officer.

The chaotic orders coming from the officers plunged the soldiers into deep confusion.

The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. They didn't know whose orders to take.

The entire Self-Defense Forces were instantly thrown into chaos, and the previously orderly command system was completely paralyzed at that moment.

Seeing this, the wizards smiled smugly and launched an attack without hesitation.

The ground began to shake violently, and huge vines burst forth from the ground like green pythons, quickly crawling towards the armored vehicles and tanks.

The vines were incredibly powerful, digging deep into the metal bodies and rendering these once majestic steel behemoths immobile.

The soldiers were trapped inside the vehicle, looking around in horror at the vines. They tried to start the engine to break free, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape the vines' hold and could only struggle desperately inside the vehicle.

Some wizards pointed their wands to the sky, and a powerful electric current instantly gathered at the tip of the wand. The current, like a bolt of lightning, with dazzling light and immense energy, struck the soldiers' guns in an instant.

The gun malfunctioned instantly under the impact of the electric current, emitting puffs of blue smoke.

The soldiers gripped their scorching guns, their faces filled with astonishment, their eyes brimming with fear and disbelief, for they had never witnessed such a bizarre method of attack.

The wizards rampaged through the encampment as if it were their own territory.

They used magic indiscriminately, destroying barracks one after another. The walls collapsed under the impact of the magic, raising clouds of dust.

Military vehicles were overturned, their wheels pointing skyward, billowing thick smoke.

The sounds of explosions and shouts mingled together, echoing throughout the entire base.

The soldiers scattered and fled, searching for a place to hide, but their resistance was so futile under the powerful magical attacks of the wizards, like fallen leaves in a storm, mercilessly blown in all directions.

Ultimately, one of the wizards set his sights on the ammunition depot.

A huge ball of flame condensed at the tip of the wand, and the flame flew towards the ammunition depot like a burning meteor.

With a deafening roar, the ammunition depot was set ablaze, and a massive mushroom cloud slowly rose into the air.

Flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat rolled in, engulfing the entire encampment in a sea of ​​fire.

The force of the explosion destroyed everything around them, and the soldiers' shouts were drowned out by the sound of the blast.

"Sir, what should we do?"

Inside the command center of a U.S. aircraft carrier, the atmosphere was as heavy as the deathly silence before a storm.

A young officer looked anxiously at the general, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and his voice carried a hint of barely concealed tension.

The US aircraft carrier had been lingering near Tokyo Bay for a long time. Ever since the news of the wizards' invasion of Tokyo came, they had quickly entered a state of high alert, but they had not received any orders from Washington. Every minute and every second of waiting felt like torture.

"General, a call from the White House!"

The communications soldier rushed over and handed the phone to the general, his voice breaking the oppressive silence in the command room.

The general took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Mr. President," his voice was deep and powerful, respectful yet expectant.

The president gave brief instructions over the phone, and the general listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

"Yes."

"it is good."

After the brief call ended, the general hung up and decisively ordered: "Attack!"

The order was quickly relayed to every soldier, and they immediately sprang into action, their steps hurried yet orderly.

The US military's equipment is far more advanced than that of the Self-Defense Forces, and they have few concerns. Upon receiving orders, they immediately dispatch fighter jets.

They had already devised a plan to deal with the potential for large-scale civilian casualties—they would simply blame it on the wizards.

After all, public opinion is controlled by the United States, and they have done this kind of thing more than once or twice.

One fighter jet after another roared into the sky, the deafening roar of their engines shattering the tranquility of the skies over Tokyo Bay.

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However, at the crucial moment when the fighter jet was climbing, an accident occurred.

"What happened?"

A pilot stared in horror at the instrument panel as the engine, which had been running normally, suddenly shut down, and the plane instantly lost power and began to plummet.

He frantically pulled the lever, trying to restart the engine, but it was all in vain.

It wasn't just one; like dumplings being dropped into a pot, all ten fighter jets lost power and plummeted straight down from the sky.

The pilots cried out in despair, but only the howling wind and the deafening crash of the plane answered them.

Not only that, the aircraft carrier also suddenly lost power.

The massive ship continued to slide forward due to inertia, and the soldiers on the deck were thrown about, their screams and shouts mingling together.

Various pieces of equipment were scattered all over the ground, and the sounds of collisions were incessant.

"What's going on??"

The general angrily questioned him, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice echoing in the command room.

The technicians immediately sprang into action, frantically checking all the equipment.

They carefully examined the fuel system and checked the electrical wiring, leaving no detail overlooked.

Strangely, there were no problems with either the fuel or the electrical circuits.

Just as the US military was completely bewildered and at a loss, hundreds of wizards stormed into the aircraft carrier.

The wizards, dressed in black robes, moved with ease within the narrow interior space.

Their wands gleamed with an eerie light as they chanted incantations.

Beams of magic shot out from the tip of the wand, like deadly bullets, heading straight for the American soldiers.

Before the American soldiers could react, they were struck by the magic and fell to the ground, like wheat that had been cut down, utterly powerless to fight back.

The massacre was one-sided; in less than half an hour, all the American soldiers on the aircraft carrier were slaughtered.

Their souls were also harvested by the wizards.

(End of this chapter)